Friday, June 22, 2007

Hey Joe
Where you going with that gun in your hand

I drove about forty five minutes north of Bozeman to a private gun club.

It was nestled in a canyon, several hundred acres. They had these golf carts that you get on with your guns.

There were stations laid out around the ridge. We shot from wood stands. There were two remote control things, attached to thick cords. Each had one button, denoted "A" and the other was "B."

Yell, "PULL!"

Dude hits button "A."

A clay pigeon shoots out from behind some trees, or on top of a ridge.

Track it with your eyes, bring the shotgun to your cheek and fire.

Upon report, the dude hits button "B" and another clay pigeon launches, from a different angle, differently colored and moving faster or slower than the last.

When you hit one square, it explodes.

Very satisfying.

Once we got into the groove, they would launch both at once. Track one, blast, then try to find the other and rain shards upon the rattlesnakes on the hillside.

Once we really got into the groove, we didn't even yell "pull."

Normally, you only have two shots, then you crack open the shotgun, the shells eject, you pop two more in, snap it shut and yell "PULL!"

This time, though, one dude was on the remote, one dude was shooting, and the third was over his shoulder, reloading, for ten, twelve straight shots.

After the second shot, the shooter cracks the gun and the guy behind him puts two shells in.

As soon as the shooter cracks the gun shut, the guy on the remote launches the clay pigeon ("the bird"), upon report, he launches the second, and the guy shooting justs blasts away.

My shoulder is killing me.

It was awesome.

There was a bunch of dudes out there, some ex-military.

Or current militia.

One guy was a former high ranking naval officer, and he was talking about the firepower of the New Jersey "War Wagons." He talked about sneaking in Qaddafi's back door, taking over their radar, grounding their air force and raining some unbelievable ordnance down.

All I know is that if the commies try to invade Montana, they're pretty much fucked.

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Blogger BUZZ said...

Duder, that sounds awesome!

I did some of that in Boy Scout camp growing up, and would love to do it again some time. I don't have much interest in hunting, and I imagine you wouldn't as well. This trap shooting is a blast though.
Handgun ranges are fun too!

5:02 PM  
Blogger Gretchen said...

Excellent.

One Thankgiving we went to my grandparents. They'd decided it was time to let the old house go. Took a trip down memory lane as they walked through for one last time.

Then we took turns shooting out the windows and then burned it to the ground.

That's one holiday I'll never forget.

10:31 AM  

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